Essays: on writing, farming, parenting & more
Disclosure: This page may contain affiliate links, meaning if you decide to make a purchase through one of these links, I may make a small commission (at no additional cost to you), which I will donate to literary organizations in Boston. Thanks!
The Value of a Grown-Up Gap Year
/
0 Comments
This essay was originally published in the Travel section of Moms Don't Have Time To as "The Value of a Grown-Up Gap Year."
I was skiing my way onto a chairlift at the Crested Butte ski resort in Colorado when a fellow masked and ‘single’ rider asked if he could join me. After…By jbadmin|
A Quest for Quiet and the Ability to Live in it
This essay was originally published on Medium.com.
My husband and I are on a road trip this winter. With freedom heralded in by an empty nest and working from home, we loaded the car on New Year’s Day and began driving west. We’re keeping to ourselves, preparing and eating our…By jbadmin|
New Year’s Books and Wishes
Welcome 2021! I know the trouble isn’t over and life will never be the same, but I am so glad to turn the page on the calendar. I greet the New Year, not with bubbly champagne at midnight, dressed in heels or a fancy dress, music playing in the background, but on this bright morning…By jbadmin|
AT HOME before it was a thing…
This essay was originally published on Medium.com.
For many women of my generation, kitchens are command central, the headquarters from which the multi-tasking happens. And as much as we love the warmth and nurturing sentiment the kitchen represents, let’s be honest: the work required…By jbadmin|
Literary Community: The Silver Lining of the COVID Era
I finally had a hair appointment and while the grey is back under control and the cut is cute and bouncy, the best thing about the appointment was somewhat unexpected. The act of reclining back toward the sink to have my hair shampooed brought on a state of near ecstasy I hadn’t…By jbadmin|
Graced by the Hummingbird: Sylvia Plath’s Legacy
This essay originally appeared on Medium.com.
I propped my head on pillows this morning, listening to the sound of the rain on the roof. Still early, I picked up The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath and finished it in one last gulp. It’s a classic I rued not already having read, if not…By jbadmin|